A collection of inventive stories about queer life that is often too edgy for its own good.
Peck (Night Soil, 2018, etc.) returns with his first story collection, with tales that circle around questions of belonging, entrapment, violence, and the frustrated desire for intimacy. Most often Peck trains his attention on relationships between queer men, most of which are laced with melancholy if not outright misanthropy. In "The Law of Diminishing Returns," an American writer who's decamped to London struggles to attain intimacy when all he seems to attract are men who don't want to be in relationships with him. "I was one of those things that can be used only once," he worries. "People like Derek, I thought...they were able to have boyfriends and still find the time for trysts...whereas it was all I could manage to be someone's someone else." In the hilarious "Sky Writing," a man boards a flight and tells a college student sitting next to him the story of his doomed relationship with a wealthy capitalist, whose love requires him to travel around the world interminably; meanwhile, he pursues potential romance with a flight attendant. "Bliss" finds a young man sheltering the thug who murdered his mother, for reasons that no one—not even the man himself—can make sense of. Stories like these find Peck in fine, counterintuitive form, spinning fiction from the most unlikely and captivating premises, writing in a mode that rides the line between horror and erotica. When he allows himself to step out of his self-fashioned quirkiness the stories attain a level of emotional honesty that stuns. However, Peck too often falls prey to his own impulses toward provocation, resulting in stories that nauseate without much intellectual payoff. In "Not Even Camping Is Like Camping Anymore," a 5-year-old fixates on a teen boy in terms that are explicitly sexualized. Peck handles the subject more for laughs than thought, and the result is a story that plays into dangerous stereotypes about gay men. The collection's final two stories, "Summer Beam" parts one and two, end in a disgusting incident of misogynist violence that haunts, but only because it feels willfully mean-spirited and poorly plotted.
A fresh collection marred by its author's insistence on provocation.